Porcelain Cups

fictional poem from a boy's perspective.

Her lips part slightly,

lingering a moment over the cool porcelain

as I envy this inanimate object

for being so fortunate as to taste her sweet flesh,

and be graced with a crimson stain.

 

She holds its curve

as if she were clasping the hand of a child.

With great delicacy, her pinky protrudes

and I long to intertwine mine with hers

and promise to never let go.

 

With a soft rattle,

she sets it down

and tilts her head back slightly

as she giggles; her smile setting me off,

wanting to kiss her profusely.

 

If she were to hold me

as she did her cup,

I would have every reassurance

that maybe this life is okay.  

 

Reviews

[00000000000000000000000..]

Wow very nice! A lot depth within the feelings.

[Laminators Dubai]

how did you do that!
its awesome...full of fascination and frustraion...least for me...
thanks for sharing this cup..^^

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice fictional poem written from the other sex perspective...Bravo

[zainul]

Really interesting fictional poem from a boy's perspective.